Page 118 of Falling Into Forever
Standing, I hit the remote on my desk that pulls the blinds in my office closed and changes the glass, separating me from the rest of the office to opaque. Then I slowly remove one article of clothing at a time.
When I’m fully naked, I sit in my chair and wait expectantly.
“You’re serious?” she croaks.
“Deadly.”
She huffs, then stands. There’s a slight tremble in her fingers as she pulls the shirt over her head.
“You don’t have a bra on,” I accuse.
“No.”
“Wasn’t Grady just there?”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “I had a sweatshirt on, you big baby.”
“Say that again and watch what happens when I get home.”
“Promises, promises,” she taunts while removing her shorts.
Tension winds through the muscles in my back, up through my shoulders, and into my neck, so I stretch left to right trying to find some relief, but I coil like a snake when Saylor tosses her shorts to the floor.
“For fuck’s sake, Saylor. No panties either?”
She sits down in her chair without answering. Her tits bounce with the movement, and my pulse turns molten beneath my skin.
“Put your legs up on your desk. Straddle your phone.”
“Dante.”
I stare without blinking until she lifts one leg, then the other.
My mouth goes dry and when I speak, my voice breaks, giving away my need. “Move your phone back. Show me everything.”
She complies, and her pussy comes into view.
“Jesus, Saylor. You’re already dripping.”
“I’ve been writing about sex all day. What do you expect?”
That sassy little mouth has never looked sweeter.
“I expect you to show me how you touched yourself to porn today.”
“I didn’t…”
That’s a flat-out lie. I arch a brow.
“I didn’t…much.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means Grady showed up at the worst freaking time.”
The arm of my desk chair cracks under the pressure of my hands. “He what?”
What the hell is she doing to me?
